The world beyond the flames was bizarre and surreal, as though the Humanity Era had never arrived.
Little Daoist Boy heard those strange murmurs crash into his ears without restraint.
The words they formed sent chills through him.
All of them were temptations to fall into depravity, utterly unlike the Precepts and spells they practiced every day.
Little Daoist Boy thought of his fellow disciples, whose lives had become worse than death after being tempted by these "heterodox paths." His legs felt like lead, and he recited the Golden Light Divine Mantra to bolster his courage.
"Mystic source of heaven and earth, root of all qi.
Through countless eons of cultivation, let my supernatural abilities be realized.
Golden light within my body, shine upon and shroud my form.
Unseen when looked upon, unheard when listened for.
Thunderbolts dwell within, the Thunder God's name concealed.
Penetrating wisdom shines throughout, the five qi surge and rise.
Golden light, manifest at once, shelter and protect the perfected one."
As the Golden Light Divine Mantra spilled from his lips, Lin Feng saw the vital blood within him turn into fuel to sustain those incantations, steaming out of his pores as blood qi.
They sensed that sweet blood qi.
The many Wraith Children above crowded around him and began sucking hard, one face after another emerging from the darkness beside him.
This was the first time Lin Feng had seen someone who could chant himself to death.
Still, Little Daoist Boy had something on him that was protecting him.
It was probably the Daoist Precepts.
The complexity of the situation left Lin Feng marveling.
There really was order amid the chaos.
Dazed, Little Daoist Boy kept chanting as he walked forward, intending to make an "offering" to the five directional Divine Generals. Seeing